I am aware of the damp souls of housemaids Sprouting despondently at area gates.

Envy is everywhere. Who is without envy? And most people Are unaware or unashamed of being envious.

Where is the Life we have lost in living? Where is the wisdom we have lost in knowledge? Where is the knowledge we have lost in information?

An editor should tell the author his writing is better than it is. Not a lot better, a little better.

We shall not cease from exploration, and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started and know the place for the first time.

The immature poet imitates, the mature poet plagiarizes.

For you know only a heap of broken images